Music was blaring as I walked into my new boyfriend Mal’s family home. ‘That’s my little sister, Noeline,’ he grinned.
At 16, Noeline was a bubbly Indigenous girl who Mal’s parents, Peter and Junee, adopted as a baby.
Mal and his brother, Peter, absolutely adored her.
Soon she became a little sister to me, too.
When Mal and I had our daughter, Holly, four years later, Noeline was thrilled.
‘I’ll be the fun aunty,’ she grinned.
‘You’ll be a great mum one day, too,’ I told her.
When I had my second daughter, Elly, Noeline doted
